India is a county of diversity, religions, and languages and in that large nation, a city named Shimla, located in northeast where Himalaya is located, holds the beauty of the world in it. It shows the series of white and bright snowy hills covered with pine trees, cold freezing air which gives goose bumps. Its key attraction is deep valleys where even echoes take time to come out. The “ Queen of Hill Stations” is my city, where air talks, hills drag, and trees dance. City shows its attraction, tradition, and affection to people.
Cold in winter and cool in summer, Shimla when revels its attractions to visitors, deep image of them are stamped of their minds. The journey begins with local curving streets, followed by purple Rhododendron flower plants with their dark green leaves along the two sides of the roads. It is pleasuring when smooth, little-lasting noise of every step makes local streets alive. Every step on every road, some uphill and some downhill, eventually gathers at the heart of the city, “The Mall Road”, the busiest, most crowded area of the city. From a far, crowd of people gives an image of millions of ants gathered around piece of sugar to dominate it. Street is enriched with all kind of material that one sees through out India. There is a train of shops with goods of jewellary, handicraft materials, cloths with embroidery, and many more hanging in front to tempt. Heading in the north on the street takes to the haven of Shimla named ‘kufri’. It is clear, snowy, and flat downhill area for skiing. At Kufri when cold waves of air penetrate
winter clothes and touches body, it gives encouragement to ski in freezing temperature rather than sitting down in hill cottage with hot chocolate coffee in giant mugs.
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...endly neighbors, infinitive pine trees, bottomless valleys, and endless hills was memorable. Being part of traditional celebrations, monthly-celebrated carnivals is missed, but still memories are fresh in the mind. Shimla taught me to enjoy nature. Its fresh air when inhales, it leaves cold heat in the body that would provide fresh feelings to start routine. Talking with those tall hills, half covered with white scattered clouds and impenetrable fogs, and those giant, shapeless, unbreakable statues of rocks’ reply in echoes were part of daily life.
City, full of attractions, adventures, and tradition, when become one’s homeland, there are no desire left for any other enjoyment. Shimla, City of hills, sees through massively tall mountains, talks through cold air and smells through trees. If one visits it once, reminiscences of it dominate s any other remembrance.
In order to reduce the frictional forces which would slow them down, skiers wax the bottom of their skis. The types of wax which they apply to their skis have different functions. The hot wax which is applied to the entire ski reduces the friction between the ski and the snow. This allows the ski to glide on the snow and gives the skier more distance for each stride.
Blij has clearly put this book into historical significance by mentioning the idea of geography and how it plays a role in societies all over the world. However, the five themes of culture regions, cultural diffusion, cultural interaction, cultural ecology, and cultural landscapes are all clearly defined within a specific context to a particular nation. Through reading this intriguing piece of literature I received the underlying notion that Blij firmly believes that landscapes of the world realm are not going to change. De Blij worldview of regions, diffusion, interaction, ecology, and landscapes has allowed him to simultaneously link issues together from the United States all the way to Southeast Asia.
1.) Intro: I decided to focus my Religious Ethnography on a friend whom I recently have become close with. Adhita Sahai is my friend’s name, which she later told me her first name meant “scholar.” I choose to observe and interview Adhita, after she invited me to her home after hearing about my assignment. I was very humbled that she was open to this, because not only was it a great opportunity for this paper, but it also helped me get to know Adhita better. I took a rather general approach to the religious questions that I proposed to the Sahai family because I didn’t want to push to deep, I could tell Hinduism is extremely important to this family. Because this family does not attend a religious site where they worship, I instead listened to how they do this at home as a family instead.
The gleaming sun is an orange on fire waiting to be picked. The silky, smooth sand that gushes between the toes, just soothes and warms anyone’s body. That incredible moment of the salty ocean breeze cooling the sweat right of hot pedestrians. The gorgeous palm trees spread about chasing people to give them relief and joy as they lay in the comforting hammocks to relax in peace. The pina-coladas spread through the body and refresh people with their cool and creamy substance that slowly soothes anyone’s throat. The experience is one of a
While you may have stood reverently in the midst of towering redwood trees, gazed in awe at the magnificence of a statuesque mountain, or happened upon a crystal clear alpine lake, there is no experience quite so ethereal as a lotus field at dawn. Freshly killed rabbits cooking on ceramic hibachis send tendrils of smoke curling upward from the fire, as though the animals’ spirits are reaching for each other under the low haze that presses down across the darkness of the water. Whispers, and the gentle stirring of the water against the raised stone path, signal the arrival of those tending the ponds of tall leafy plants, as if they were ghosts moving toward the light- following in the footsteps of generations gone before.
It was extraordinary, indescribable, breathtaking. I looked out of the window next to me, and before my eyes was the view of a clear, blue sky, covered in sheets of snowy, white clouds. Slowly we began descending through them, revealing the expanse of blue water, stretching in every direction of the horizon. In the far right I could see a glimpse of main land, but not just any land, India. It was there and then, that I knew my life would be changed forever.
Katherine Boo’s Behind the Beautiful Forevers seeks to describe the sharp contrast between the lives of the inhabitants of Annawadi and the surrounding reflection of India’s thriving economy. Essentially, Boo’s documentation of the social, political and economic factors that shape daily choices in Annawadi, a slum and conflation of a variety of cultures and religions, creates an accurate depiction of life beyond the misleading exterior of Mumbai. Abdul’s expertise in trash sifting transforms his family’s fortune, their new standing beyond “subsistence” evoking jealousy in neighbors. The family of eleven inhabits one of the huts in the “squatter settlements” located between “elegant modernities”
I intended to portray the joy, anger, sorrow and pleasure of our lives through four seasons and through the life of a monk who lives in a temple on Jusan Pond surrounded only by nature.
As I walked down the sidewalk, my nose picked up the salty scent of the sea breeze. I looked ahead and saw the gleaming beach in the far distance. Before me, the tranquil city along with the endless blue sea sandwiched the golden beach that stretched across for miles. Then my eyes were grasped by the incredible beauty of the city skyscrapers that stood hundreds of meters tall, and they probably had also captured the sight of many other tourists. Some people were jogging and others were bike riding Just as the yellow sun rises from behind the buildings. It’s easy for many people t...
Sri Nandanandana, “Preaching in India’s Northeast For Cultural Preservation” VaiShnava News February 21, 2003; Retrieved information Dec. 9,2003 http://www.vnn.org/world/WD0302/WD21-7837.html
Upon arrival into the jungle of vast buildings, the first thing noticed is the mobbed streets filled with taxi cabs and cars going to and fro in numerous directions, with the scent of exhaust surfing through the air. As you progress deeper into the inner city and exit your vehicle, the aroma of the many restaurants passes through your nostrils and gives you a craving for a ?NY Hot Dog? sold by the street venders on the corner calling out your name. As you continue your journey you are passed by the ongoing flow of pedestrians talking on their cell phones and drinking a Starbucks while enjoying the city. The constant commotion of conversing voices rage up and down the streets as someone calls for a fast taxi. A mixed sound of various music styles all band together to form one wild tune.
It is observed that even the spiritual heritage of India has lost its glory in Jhabvala’s world of fictional India because the spiritual and aesthetic seekers also face traumatic experiences. No doubts since antiquity the Indian spiritualism has been shining far above the philosophic deliberations of the
The wonderful kingdom of the ancient Kubla Khan and the setting that surrounds it is described with heavenly, dreamlike vividness. The kingdom that Kubla Khan creates is described as “stately pleasure dome.” The word “dome” is symbolic of completion...
Scholars are mindful of the spiritual meaning in geography, or space. Hierophany signifies of is the manifestation from ordinary to sacred. According to Eliade, anything can be manifested as sacred (Livingston 43). Many people consider geographic locations of high elevation, like a mountain, a spot where earth and sky come closest. An axis mundi is a place or object of central connection between the Earth and Heaven. Sacred mountains are common in many religions, especially in the three western biblical religions – Christianity, Judaism and Islam. To be considered the center of one’s religion, some event must have occurred at such a location that gives meaning to the religion. The city of Mecca symbolizes the sacred center in Islam, or the axis mundi of Islam. The capital city serves as the axis mundi for Muslims as it is paramount in the history of Islam because it was the hometown of the prophet, the site of many of his revelations from God, the focal point of daily prayer and the main center of pilgrimage.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...